That life was beautiful? Had he been so young as to think something so incredibly false? He had and he understood differently now. He no longer looked out of a twenty-eight year old's eyes. He no longer saw his wife and their son. No longer held any of them. Instead he gripped the steering wheel of the paint-peeling car he'd picked up miles down the road and looked at the beach in front of him. People walked back and forth in front of his car, wearing almost nothing and smiling as they did it. Adam and Eve hid from Christ when they realized they were naked, these people rejoiced in it. He looked at the different body shapes: thin, fat, and looking like they had just stepped out of a fitness magazine. It had been years since he was able to look at people like this, been able to admire the human body. Matthew stepped from his stolen car and walked out onto Daytona Beach, his shoes left behind and his toes in the sand. No one looked at him. Here, he was just another person on vacation trying to tan his pale skin.
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